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>>part one
*You won’t be able to see her again if you do this.*
“I don’t care. She’s the only thing that matters.” Her voice trembled with each word, barely masking her fear with resolve. The Voice was right, of course. She knew that. And yet, she still moved forward. “Without her… This world is nothing to me. It only has meaning so long as she’s in it.”
The Voice stayed silent for a moment. She wondered if it had given up, but that thought was quickly dispelled. *I know,* it said, *Because I feel the same way.*
“What do you mean?” The confusion was apparent in her voice— such a statement didn’t make sense to her. The Voice had never met Mel, it had never seen her smile, it had never heard her sing. She shook her head.
‘Surely,’ she thought, ‘this is just the demon trying to tempt me.’
*I’m not,* it replied to her thoughts, first, before explaining itself. *It’s silly, isn’t it? I’ve never met her, your Melody. Still, somehow… I’ve inherited your feelings for her.*
“I…” she trailed off, only more confused. “I don’t get it.”
*I’ve been telling you all this time, haven’t I? I’m you.*
“But that doesn’t make any sense!”
*Maybe not,* the Voice seems calm, contrasting the girl. *And yet, it’s true. We’re one and the same— your feelings are my feelings, your desires are my desires.*
*We even share the same love. So…* the Voice trails off for a moment, a melancholy tinge coloring her words. The silence permeates the air, thick and suffocating. Almost too much to bear, the girl opens her mouth to speak, but the Voice cuts her off.
*So don’t try to shoulder this burden on your own, Grace. You don’t have to fall alone to save our beloved Melody.*
The girl flinches when her name is spoken, unaccustomed to hearing it anymore. Her gaze is cast to the ground, and she clutches her arm nervously. Finally, she speaks.
“Then help me. You already know, I’ll—“
*—we’ll do anything for her.*
She stands there, motionless for a moment, before speaking again.
“One more thing, voice.”
*What?*
“She’s my beloved Melody.”
The Voice laughs in her head.
*Of course, Grace. Then, shall we begin? Our fall, together.*
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g1ngerbeer · 3 months
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dyke-in-crisis · 5 months
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steven meme redraw but ur some queer weirdo obsessed with books and podcasts
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phantomrose96 · 5 months
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I have whatever the opposite of recency bias is. I'll be in the middle of consuming some media and be like "it's fine it's pretty good" and then 4 months later I'll be pacing in circles like it was amazing it was a masterpiece they were literally so brave for doing absolutely all of that.
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eviefrie · 3 months
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hello locked tomb fans. have i got a book (books) for you.
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more archive undying propaganda, if this wasn't enough to convince you:
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(but also if you've decided to read the archive undying, i don't know if i would recommend the libby edition? i have my libby set to "legible" and there are some font changes in the print version that did NOT show up in the ebook. obv i liked reading the ebook enough to buy the text, but as @urban-sith put it, he was lost and i was in jumanji)
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Me, having just finished the last 60th Anniversary special:
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siltslut · 5 months
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DECEMBER 9TH HAPPY WORM SEX DAY
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euphreana · 4 months
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Planning for next month - for which of my current fandoms should I make valentines for?
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pupduckie · 22 days
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Pl ase guys we need more pathetic women
Don't get me wrong I'm here for all u girlbosses but WE NEED MORE WET CAT WOMEN
We need women that fuck around and regret everything
We need women that abdolutely cannot handle the BULLSHIT that they see on the reg
More women pls
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marlenacantswim · 3 months
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favorite scene from Russell T. Davies's The Second Coming (2003) has gotta be when the Ninth Doctor (who is, in fact, the son of god) starts eating pasketti in front of the unwitting host from s4e10 "Midnight" and she immediately breaks down.
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twentysidednerd · 26 days
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i love being a fan of both the magnus archives and gideon the ninth because when i was first getting into gideon the ninth, i would see art of ianthe and sometimes i would think it was michael, so i would get REALLY confused as to why the spiral man had a golden bone arm before i realized lmao
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11 PM in the doll room.
I could barely keep myself from falling over from fatigue as I fired up the stove. As exhausted as I was, food was still a must. I had already been drained by the end of my second shift that day, and by the time my third shift rolled around, time seemed to drag on even more slowly. By this time of day, Clara would usually engage me in conversation to keep me awake while I did chores, and that was only on her non-graveyard-shift days.
She was here with me tonight too, in the doll room (her name for our studio apartment, not mine. Yes, I’m one of her dolls), just, unusually quiet.
She had been staring at her phone with her usual dead fish eyes for a while, so I assumed it must be something interesting. I had given up on trying to read her expression a long time ago. You would know if you got to know her.
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“You ever heard of Prologue-H?”
I guess she wanted to talk when I was finally done manning the stove. I shook my head.
“It’s a charity group that just got some funding and went public with their proposal. You get to retire early and live out the rest of your life happily ever after. They give you all the money you need to meet all your basic needs and have a decent lifestyle, and then some.”
“…Oh my. It’s like a dream come true.”
“You know what I’m gonna say next, don’t you.”
“I was afraid there was gonna be a catch and wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask…”
“Guess.”
“You… have to be a good citizen and rescue at least one kitten a day from a tree?”
“You die exactly three years to the day you swallow their pill.”
“I swear, it’s the edgiest shit anyone can think of.”
“That’s… unfortunate.”
“They call it the Prologue-H. H as in Heaven.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Get it? Cause it’s like Heaven but it’s just before Heaven? Everyone’s calling it the ‘kill pill’ anyway. There’s something inside the pill that activates it when it’s due. You just, end up getting put in a coma so you die in your sleep.”
“Well, hm…”
By this point, I was skimming the article on my phone out of morbid curiosity.
“They’re already backlogged pretty heavily. I… I don’t understand how anyone would do such a thing. The amount of people who are desparate out there… just, wow.”
“Serves them right. The customers, I mean. For ginning up their own expectations for retirement this fucking much. There’s like, nothing else that keeps them going. They’d dream of being the kind of superhero in the comics they read that sacrifices years of their life to become OP enough to save the planet, or something.”
The comics you read, I thought to myself.
“To be fair, I might end up saving the planet if I had just one extra second of free time everyday. Still not worth it, I think. Yeah, nope…”
“How about you set the planet aside for when you retire. Which… could be tomorrow. Or it could be when you’re old enough to go bar-hopping with your great-grandchildren.”
“…There is no retirement age anymore, right? Most people can’t afford it and work until… they drop.” I quickly added, “But, I still think this kill pill’s a terrible idea…!”
Did I give enough of a signal to Clara by this point? I sure hoped I did.
She didn’t immediately answer and was instead fixated on her phone. I leaned over her shoulder and looked. On display was the “Take the Pill Now” landing page.
“No…”
“No what?” She yanked her phone away from my line of sight. “Just let a poor girl think for a second.”
A strange feeling welled up inside of me. What happened to the time we cherished together? What happened to settling happily and growing old together?
A flood of doubt filled my mind as I thought about our past, all the hardships we had to endure, often at each other’s expense thanks to our garbage job security and pathetic incomes. I thought about the ever-changing power dynamic between us, which shifted depending on who’s ass was being covered by whom on each occasion.
Should I have expected as much from her? This twisted, toxic, childishly nihilistic line of thinking? She was a goth girl. And I was just a doll in her world.
Maybe I’m the selfish one. Maybe I should’ve known what degree of respect was being asked of me as I got into this, and all I was doing was overstepping myself. I shook the thought off my mind.
All I want… was what’s best for Clara.
“I don’t want you to take the pill.”
“Noted.”
“Please?”
“What’s with you?”
“I’m… I’m not going to say you can’t, but if you really want to…”
“No, you doofus. I’m not taking the pill.”
“Oh, thank god. Don’t scare me like that. It’s such a terrible idea.”
“It’s a fantastic idea.” She showed me her phone again, this time displaying the “Contribute” landing page. “That’s why I’m donating to the cause.”
“You know, the way you say things like that so sincerely is honestly what scares me.”
“What’s scary about wanting people to live fulfilling and happy lives?”
I blinked. “If that’s all you’re thinking, I guess there really is a gentle side to you.”
“Well then, that sucks for you because that’s not all I’m thinking. I’m thinking this fucked up system can use some reminders that people can be empowered to take control of their own lives for once. And exactly how far they’re willing to go for that. Maybe then it will actually start being a little less fucked up.”
I glanced over at my plate, having forgotten that there was food on it. Clara’s plate, on the other hand, was already empty.
“I guess… having fulfilling and happy lives isn’t that much of a reach for us, huh.”
“Yes. I suppose you, Ken, might’ve had some part in it.”
I chuckled quietly. Clara’s way of showing affection was endearing if even noticed at all.
Still, as I wolfed down the remainder of that day’s dinner, I couldn’t help but think back to the dead stare in Clara’s eyes as she was reading the “Take the Pill Now” page, seeming to take maybe a little longer than natural to move on.
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sentientsky · 5 months
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lady cassandra o’brien really truly is nikola orsinov’s wildest fucking dream
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thewizzardwithin · 4 days
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hate that when I come close to finishing a series I really, really like I stop consuming it as much. give myself a small trickle of it every other day or week. very, very slowly. the series can’t end if I never finish it haa hha
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syl-stormblessed · 8 months
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my number 1 greatest fear in the entire universe is that both Alecto the Ninth and KoWT will come out on the same day. literally i don't know what i would do if that happened
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see if the original pre-resurrection lyctors-and-cavaliers-to-be crew had the chance to have the following convo maybe we wouldn’t be in this whole mess would we!!
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the magnus/locked tomb parallels really do go crazyyyy
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